The View From The Other Side..
I had a dream. The kind of dream that stays with you for a moment or two after waking up. The kind of dream you write down. 'cause you can't make a dream like this up.
Setting: steam filled bathroom/candles/beads of sweat on her brow.
A beautiful blonde (small and firm) is submerged in water and surrounded by white tile. The soap slides away as the razor glides across her thigh. Her hand speads the foam and massages her entire leg. What better way to spend an evening. She thinks to herself "I wonder how long I could hold my breath". The tub is almost full. The candles are lit and flickering. Her skin is so soft and slick. A pattern is formed with every stroke of the blades. I'm floating. I see the shadow. But don't register the meaning. A shadow? I'm not alone.
(OK. Anyone want to add to my story?)